Isaac Watts

1674 - 1748

A Quote by Isaac Watts on divinity and resentment

To prevent and suppress rising resentment is wise and glorious, is manly and divine.

Isaac Watts (1674 - 1748)

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A Quote by Isaac Watts

And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return.

Isaac Watts (1674 - 1748)

Source: Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 88.

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A Quote by Isaac Watts

Fly, like a youthful hart or roe, Over the hills where spices grow.

Isaac Watts (1674 - 1748)

Source: Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 79.

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A Quote by Isaac Watts on dogs, god, and nature

Let dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 't is their nature too.

Isaac Watts (1674 - 1748)

Source: Song xvi.

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A Quote by Isaac Watts on earth, food, god, life, and parenthood

Earth, thou great footstool of our God, who reigns on high; thou fruitful source of all our raiment, life, and food; our house, our parent, and our nurse.

Isaac Watts (1674 - 1748)

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A Quote by Isaac Watts on lies

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The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.

Isaac Watts (1674 - 1748)

Source: Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 63.

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A Quote by Isaac Watts on action, darkness, kindness, life, and words

Kind words toward those you daily meet, Kind words and actions right, Will make this life of ours most sweet, Turn darkness into night.

Isaac Watts (1674 - 1748)

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A Quote by Isaac Watts

'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, "You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again."

Isaac Watts (1674 - 1748)

Source: The Sluggard.

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A Quote by Isaac Watts on heaven

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I have been there, and still would go; 'T is like a little heaven below.

Isaac Watts (1674 - 1748)

Source: Divine Songs. Song xxviii.

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A Quote by Isaac Watts on angels, blessings, and lies

Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber! Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.

Isaac Watts (1674 - 1748)

Source: A Cradle Hymn.

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